French Quarter by Lacey Alexander (small books to read .TXT) 📕

being so very near to Jack’s erection, wondering if there were instances when he was touching Jack, too, was the impetus that pushed her over the edge.

“Ohhhh!” she cried as the short but brutal climax broke, echoing fiercely through her whole body.

“That’s right, honey, come for us,” Ty urged.

She drove her cunt harder against both means of stimulation—Yes! Yes! Yes!—until, when she least expected it, Jack yelled, too.

“Ah, me, too, baby! Here I go!” He drove himself even deeper into her, his eyes shut in ecstasy, grunting a release that seemed as powerful as hers had been. “I’m comin’ in you, darlin’, I’m comin’ so fuckin’ hard for you!” His powerful strokes continued to pummel her, bury her, making her close her eyes and see new colors…until finally they eased, stopped, and the only sound was that of heavy breathing; hers, his, Ty’s.

Jack bracketed her face with his hands and kissed her, firm and long, and then finally he withdrew as, together, they all collapsed in an exhausted heap.

* * * * *

 The next day was Monday—which brought a rather rude awakening to an utterly astounding weekend for Liz. Ty was gone when they woke and she would have loved to snuggle with Jack for awhile, but Monday, of course, meant work, and she knew she’d never make it on time.

“You could just wear your sexy red dress,” Jack teased her from bed as she washed up in the bathroom. “I’m sure the men in your office would enjoy it as much as I did.”

Coming back into the room naked, she grinned at him. “Not quite as much as you did.”

He laughed. “Well, I hope not, but I’m sure they’d enjoy the view from the outside.”

She did don the dress again in order for Jack to drive her home, and even as rumpled from sleep as she was, she thought he seemed aroused by the sight of her in it.

“So,” he said, pulling into the driveway of Lynda’s opulent home, “tonight? Or…do you need an evening to rest?”

The truth was—she did need an evening to rest. She needed an evening to look for a new place to live, to maybe figure out how to get the rest of her things from Todd’s house, to get her life reorganized a little since the shock of having it turned upside down. But she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be with Jack—he was beginning to seem as essential to her as air or water. “Tell you what,” she said with a hopeful smile. “Maybe we could…tone things down a little. Maybe you could come over here for a change, we’ll order a pizza or something simple, and just have a quiet evening.”

“All right.” He nodded, but she couldn’t tell if he was disappointed by the suggestion. She had no idea if Lynda would be home tonight, or if they’d have any chance for sex; surely he was wondering the same thing.

As she kissed him goodbye, she said, “Last night, Jack, was…the most extraordinary experience I’ve ever had.”

“Me, too,” he told her. “Merci, chere. Thank you for giving me that. Fulfilling my fantasy.”

She gazed into his dark, hypnotic eyes. “It was truly my pleasure.”

* * * * *

It had been a long day and by the end of it, Liz was glad she’d opted for a quieter-than-usual night with Jack. She still wasn’t sure if such an evening would satisfy a man with such a zest for life and sex, but her odyssey of the past few days had left her exhausted.

Walking in the front door, she found the house quiet—and a note from Lynda on the refrigerator: Barhopping tonight on Bourbon with some old friends. If you and Jack are in the neighborhood, keep an eye out for me—I’ll probably be the drunk one pretending it’s still Mardi Gras and flashing her tits at young boys for beads : ) Hope you had a nice night with Jack, honey—and hope the red dress wowed him.

What an understatement, she thought with a chuckle. Both the part about the dress wowing him and the part about having a nice night with Jack.

Although she adored Lynda, she couldn’t be sorry her friend had other plans tonight, so she and Jack could be alone. Climbing the stairs to her room, she contemplated what to wear for this evening’s get-together and decided to play it simple yet a little bit naughty with a pair of denim shorts and a fitted t-shirt—a sexy bra and panty set underneath.

Shedding the day’s suit, blouse, and pantyhose onto her bed, she moved to the dresser and opened the drawer where she’d placed her lingerie. She selected a demi-bra and matching thong made of sky blue lace.

Padding down the hall in the white bra and panties she’d worn to work, she entered the bathroom and washed up with a cool cloth—the grueling heat and humidity she’d been warned to expect in New Orleans’ summer months was coming on full force already and she wanted to freshen up before seeing her lover this evening.

Upon returning to her room, she shed her bra, adding it to the pile on the bed, and had just reached for the sexy blue one when she heard a noise and looked up to see the closet door opening.

Fright assailed her, freezing her in place.

A second later, Todd appeared, his eyes filled with venom.

Damn it, damn it, damn it—she’d been so typically naïve to think he wouldn’t realize where she’d gone. She’d just thought…oh hell, she’d wanted to think he wouldn’t realize she was there because it had been a simple, easy answer when she’d needed one, and she’d honestly never thought Todd was crazy enough to sneak into someone else’s home—but clearly she’d underestimated him again.

“You look lovely, my dear,” he said, a wry smile reshaping his face.

She felt more truly naked before him than ever before—felt his eyes assaulting her, turning her into more of an object than a person. She instinctively reached for the blouse she’d